8.Vincent
Original：Don Mclean , 1972
Arranger：Martin Pereira
Starry , starry night paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills , sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set hem free
They would not listen , they did not know how
Perhaps , they'll listen now
Starry , starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity And how you tried to set them
free
They would not listen , they did not know how
Perhaps , they'll listen now
For they could not love you and still you love was true
And when no hope was left inside on that starry ,
starry night You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you , VIncent
This wourd was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry , Starry night Portraits hung in empty hall
Frameless heads on namesless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to
How you suffered for your sanity
Then how you tried to set them free
They would not listen , they're not listening stiff
Perhaps, they never will
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